"You wimp!"
Zhou Wenhui rolled her eyes and lay down on the couch, kicking off her slippers and resting her soft white feet on the coffee table while gently swaying her body. "Let me tell you, you have to stick with it, you know? What can you achieve if you give up halfway? No more talking, just listen to me."
Her nightgown was rather loose, and as she leaned on the sofa, a large expanse of her fair skin was exposed at the neckline, almost revealing too much.
Zhou Wenhui didn't seem to care, as if she hadn't noticed at all.
Yang Fan glanced over twice but quickly averted his eyes, speaking with some difficulty, "Little Mother, persisting in something that clearly won't succeed seems pointless. Maybe it's better to just drop it."
